Hello All,
It has been quite some time since my last entry. Thanks to those that have been checking this blog (and checking on me) on a regular basis, it reminds me that people are thinking about us and that helps me a great deal.
It has been five months and three days since Mags died. A great deal has happened since then and yet there are times that I cannot imagine that that much time has passed.
I was in a whirlwind after Mags’ death with memorial services in New York, Orpington, UK, and Johannesburg, SA. I am very glad that I was able to be present for all of the services. It was an opportunity to share my sadness with so many wonderful people. I am still humbled by the outpouring of love and support from our family, friends, Mags’ school (Head Mistress, teachers, children, and parents), her childhood friends, everyone. I knew that we (Mags and I) had great people in our lives, though I did not fully understand the depth until I had nothing left to give and everyone was there to hold me up in their own unique way; I felt so blessed. When I finally arrived back in NY on December 4th, there was a whole new adjustment that I needed to make; life without Mags.
The holidays were much more difficult than I expected. For Christmas I dove up to my Mum’s house in Milford Connecticut. Part of me just wanted to stay home alone and another part wanted to be with my family. This was an even numbered year which meant that most of my brothers and sisters would be at their in-laws and we would have a “second” Iorio Christmas as a whole family later in January. So, I spent Christmas with my Mum, my brother Salvatore, and their fun neighbors. The food was the traditional usual. We started with a cold Italian antipasti and moved on to the almond roasted baked pasta and all of the great side dishes; the artichokes, mushrooms, meatballs, and ribs. I wound up helping in the kitchen as I usually do and it helped keep my mind from getting too sad. It was a great meal and it was great to be with them. There was also an implicit sadness that was ever present, though not discussed. I saw it in Salvatore’s face and he tried to make the best of things and keep things up beat, which was a good strategy. My Mum was more transparent. I could see the sadness in her eyes, though I could not speak to it. Every time I tried, tears welled up in my eyes. I knew that she was hurting, though I had no capacity to comfort her or even to share my feelings at that time; my hurt was just too deep. It was all overwhelming for me and I left that evening to go home, where I would have usually stayed over. I just needed to be alone for a while and did not do much of anything for the next several days. There was nothing that my Mum could have said or done to make things any different. I am glad that I was with her for Christmas and gave her an extra long hug before I left.
The next major event was New Year’s Eve. Last year we (Mags and I) spent it together at our friend Andrea’s parent’s house with some of our close friends. By this time last year, we knew that the cancer was serious and we had already made plans for her to go to Mexico to start treatment in mid January. The tumor on her shoulder while small was noticeable and caused her some discomfort. I stayed by her side most of the night and reminding people to be gentle when hugging her.
This year for New Year’s Eve I made plans to go update New York to Lynn and Steve’s place. Joe, Rob, Andrea, David, Tracy and Jay were also going. There was a snow storm heading toward the east coast and everyone wanted to get out of the city early to beat the outbound traffic and inbound storm. It was a five hour drive with the last 2 hours on a small country road; not the kind of drive that you wanted to do at night and in a snow storm. I could not leave too early due to some work commitments. Trying to organize who was going in which cars at what time was like pulling a slot machine and the combinations would change every hour. On the second to last pull, I was just going to drive up on my own when I was done with work. Joe and Rob thought differently and pulled the handle one more time so that they would pick me up on their way out of the city; I lived just outside of the Holland Tunnel on the Jersey side. I am glad that they did because if I was to leave on my own as the storm rolled in, I would have most likely not gone at all.
It was good to be with my friends even though it was difficult for me. I miss Mags when I am having fun, when I am sad, or when I am just doing normal life things. My fiends were great as I was able to be with them and when I needed a little space to be quite and alone, they gave me that also. I was doing ok until midnight on New Years Eve, when I lost all composure. I was sitting at the bar drinking my usual Captain and cokes with Joe and as the ball dropped, the reality of Mags not being here with me hit me like a tsunami of emotion. Joe just sat with me and listened to my babble. Over the next hour or so, I would feel a supportive hand on my shoulder or hug from behind. There was nothing more that they could do. While I did not say anything to them, I really appreciated their support.
We drove home from update NY on Saturday, January 3rd and the next day was Mags’ birthday; she would have been 34 years old. I bought some yellow roses for the apartment and went for a long walk around the neighborhood to just think about her and us. It was one of those times that I just needed to be alone. I received several sms messages from friends and family thinking about Mags and I on that day. Also her friends in the UK got together and had an afternoon tea at a place that Mags always wanted to visit. My sadness just carried on for the next several weeks. I went to work; I did what I needed to do, and not much else. I just had no motivation to do much of anything.
On Valentine’s Day I took my favorite walk by the canal a block away from our apartment. I walked by the spot where we spent July 4th and watched the fireworks; I thought about the times we walked by the canal and looked at the New York City skyline with hope. I would always try and learn new facts about NY so that I could tell her on these walks. I never really knew if she enjoyed the new facts or if her enjoyment came from her knowing that I enjoyed finding out new things about New York to tell her. I also thought about the times when I pushed her in her wheelchair when she did not have the strength to walk. I stopped at the places we would stop to enjoy the view or where I would read her the blog comments. As my friend Gam once suggested, I embraced my sadness. I just let it take over me for that time. I cried for a while and then my sadness subsided.
Later that day I realized that I have been stopped for the last several months; not knowing what to do or where to go next. Before Mags I enjoyed life and was happy. When I met Mags my life was forever altered for the better. My happiness (and hers) went beyond anything that I thought I could ever experience. Even when she was sick, a day with Mags was always a much better than a day without her. I treasured all of the moments that we shared. At the end her suffering was too great and it was ok to let her die.
Looking back I have no regrets about our time together or about the decisions that we made. We squeezed every drop of joy, happiness, and love out of the time that we were given.
I still struggle with looking at the future as it is a stark reminder that Mags is not here to share it with me. On some level I know that I will move on and that Mags would want me to find someone else to share my life with and that time will come when it does. Right now I take life one day at a time and do the best that I can with it.
Lots of Love,
Greg (and Mags)
PS The book is presently a collection of stories and I am still in gathering more. So if you have a story about Mags that you would like to share, I invite you to post it here.